HullllOoo...

Title to be read in the style of Leslie Phillips... :)

Popped along to spend the morning with my Dad.  He is feeling a bit down. Very unusual for him.  I have never known him be to low or depressed, even when grieving his lost loves.
Anyhow, he perked right up when I arrived  and we went down to the lounge for Sunday 12 noon drinks and nibbles,  and spied Jean, winner of the WHM clock golf tournament (I've no idea what clock golf is but I made all the right appreciative noises... I think)

In other news Pidgy still flies in every morning and afternoon to coo, eat seeds and land on my head.